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I woke up at this odd hour, actually my usual hour, to reports of Robin Williams' apparent suicide. He battled inner demons for years and was still able to make others laugh. I'm reminded that no one can know what someone else is feeling unless he chooses to show it. And if he does, he may not get the response he needs. I'm also reminded what I've often felt is disappointment, not depression, a puddle compared to an ocean. I get up and walk on because I love people and know I am loved.